Who Am I ? akiss2desire is a Bible Belt Blogging Bi Big Beautiful Babe who has been sharing her writing, mostly 1st person lesbian erotica, short stories, poetry, and lesbian pop culture realizations from both the experience and fantasy perspectives to an ever growing audience. I recently passed a million page views ! Thanks for the nominations for the Lezzie awards honoring best lesbian erotica on the web.

Those who have come here regularly know that I have taken a bit of a hiatus from posting and publishing, but my past work is still here and if you are new here there is much to be consumed. I am working on several stories right now and writing from the same mix of experience and fantasy that readers have told me they loved.

Those stories will be the foundation of my upcoming compilation book. Today, you get to read for free. Welcome, and I hope you stay awhile.

Sunday

Wow this is been a dream of mine when I realized it was possible probably two or three years ago and even though the number of hits and page views per day are down on my blog which I think is probably because I don't post as much as I used to, I still can't believe how blessed I am to have had 1 million views of my artistic expression. This blog went over 1 million on Saturday January 9, 2016 which honestly was a day that I was having a pretty crappy day. So this was definitely the high point of the day and might be for a long time . Thank you thank you 1 million times thank you if you're reading this and you visited before and contributed to this as a regular or if you're one of the people that googled the terms like "first person lesbian erotica" or "Lesbian first time quote or, I seem to have a lot of views every time I write about tribbing . I have a personal post about masturbation and my evolving as a lesbian in the nearly 10 years of this blog. It should be posted within the week.

Thursday

I am honored to be one of the author interviews featured at a great website for anyone who enjoys erotica, and I am sure that is YOU because, well, here you are at my site for 1st person lesbian erotica and other stuff. So the site is http://www.larskaiden.com/ and Lars is a very adept writer and curator of the best erotica. He takes a tremendous interest in the authors and how they got to the creating of their craft. I will share my own author interview here on my site here, but you really should go to his site and read what other authors have to say to these intriguing questions and on their works.

Akiss2desire

When did you start writing erotica and why?I had an ancient and laughable Apple IIe in my room as a teenager with those big floppy discs, the only thing it was good for was word processing, which was my parents intent. By an age that would make you blush I had begun having relations and fantasies, knew what Penthouse Forum was, and was having vivid fantasies that were soon overwhelmed by my lesbian intentions. When I got a real computer and AOL chat was all the rage I was using the written word to drive women and myself to orgasm. It started as writing "what I wish would happen" type stories, but then life took it's turns and writing was put away. A few things happened then simultaneously. 1-I got pregnant and put off of work so I had time at home to myself. 2-My heterosexual marriage fell apart. 3-I realized with hormones racing through my body that my sexual soul was lesbian, and it was time to quit calling myself "bisexual." While in the closet in a small town, writing about my experiences and fantasies helped keep my sexual sanity.

What inspires you to write in your genre?I think any writer builds on a combination of experience and imagination. I had written some heterosexual erotica, but it was not in my heart. Lesbian experiences, though few, met with lesbian desire, which was plentiful. Once I started the blog, stories flowed out of me, and the inspiration to keep going was the feedback I got on the blog, on my writing on Literotica, and in email correspondence. Women were sharing themselves with me because I touched them with my writing.

What makes you different?I am told that nobody writes first person erotica in the way that I do. Women can relate to what I share in my thoughts and actions. Lesbian women can relate because they have been there, and curious women know they want to be with me. I am told I write realistic conversations, and there is an easy answer why...because many of those conversations happened almost exactly as I write them.

It was the first time one of my own stories came up at random on a site that I peruse fairly often and inspires me in moments of masturbation. I hadn't read the story in a very long time, but took a deep breath and decided to delve into it. Sure enough I agonized over it. I went through it criticizing myself for grammatical errors, a glaring mistake in explaining something that was obvious to me as the writer but would have been confusing to the reader, though it was the way it really happened I just didn't explain it, nor realize the mistake in numerous readings and a couple of re-writes. As always when I write, there were more than a couple of terribly long run on sentences.

BUT, on the very positive and uplifting side, I also read something the way I used to write. And yes, I thought it was damn good, and others told me so as well in posts I have pasted below.

In this story there is a mixture of fantasy and true experience, as many of my writings are. This one stands out because some of the the dialogue between "Marcia" and I is written word for word as it occurred. Some of the inner dialogue I have with myself is word for word as well, and my innermost thought at the time are accurately displayed. If I go back and re-write this (again) it will have more of my very intimate and emotional struggle that saw my desperation to make love to her pitted against the very real possibility that a misinterpretation of our friendship, or a future falling out between us whether we made love or not, could spell the very end of my job and would cause a lot of explanation to people I wouldn't be able to tell a shred of the truth to.

A blog reader / fan wrote me an email a few months ago with several questions for me. I love these emails and welcome them..and always answer them truthfully. She asked me if this story was true, and without reading this back, remembered I had taken liberties and told her it wasn't totally true. Last night I read it and was amazed how much I was just telling the story as it happened.

Finally, as I have not been writing as much lately, and feeling like I may never be good enough to win awards or be offered real publishing, looked over these comments posted below. They are inspiring. It makes me feel good and perhaps I do have more to write.

Love

Brenda

Comments from readers of literotica

just one of the best ever written

you have taken lesbian love to a new level, what a compelling and unbelieveably hot story!

by Anonymous07/09/09

Wonderfull

I loved reading this story. It is one of the best I seen in a while. You should consider writing more of this story.

by Anonymous07/09/09

lovely...

That was just lovely. Please, let us read more about these two ladies.

by Anonymous07/09/09

Bravo.... with an observation....

The last paragraph of this tale.... My Ex-Lady was a squirter. I can willing attest that there are ladies in the world that can in fact almost drown you if they're in the cowgirl position while receiving oral..... It's one of the thing I miss most about her.

Sunday

Oh how I love getting this very common question, posted again at a site I visit, (shybi.com) and here is the question and answer.

I'm in my early 20s and have only been with a girl once. We weren't together for very long but it was my first 'girl experience'. She went down on me once (which was pretty good), but I never got the chance to go down on her. To be honest, I wasn't extremely attracted to her, and for me to have incredible sex I have to feel 100% attracted to the person sexually and emotionally.So, what is it like? Is it enjoyable? How do you know how to please her? I'm kind of scared I won't be good at it, or that I won't like how she tastes... I don't know! But I fantasize all the time about doing it to the woman I'm crushing on. But reality is always different. So, spill!

This is a great thread and over the years this topic has been explored in various ways on this very interesting and addicting site. So this is the comment to the first timer who posted this and any others. On my blog I sometimes take questions and whether it's solicited or not, I have either been asked "what to do," or complimented that "after I read your stories I understood what to do."

The 1st thing to know, (besides that old Jed is a millionaire) is what someone said here. That its very natural when you care for her and want to pleasure her in the most ultimate way. Anything you are thinking about "technique" is solved by the fact that, trust me, you KNOW what to do, and secondly, hopefully she will communicate with you, not neccesarily with just words but more with writhing or moaning, what works better for her. The second thing to know is that what is the best is how YOU will feel giving that pleasure. And most women understand this, (but not all I know for fact) that being on the receiving end is a form of giving in and of itself. The first time I did it I also wondered "am I doing it right" and even, knowing that some boys had left me "unsatisfied", I said to her, "don't worry, I won't stop until you come," and she replied, lovingly, "don't worry you're doing fine." But it was the WAY she said "you are doing fine" that convinced me I really was and that she was nearing orgasm. And armed with that confidence, it was easy from that point on with her and with every woman since. Trust me in that it is just SO wonderful to feel that degree of closeness and togetherness, and with experience every first timer who becomes a second timer and beyond will know that its wonderful every time. For women looking for tips or technique, my advice is just TRY to make sure she is relaxed, and that does mean, as was stated earlier, going slow and teasingly at first with most women most times. The best way to put her at ease and relaxed is to convince her with words and actions how MUCH you WANT to please her. Thigh massage, boob massage, holding and cuddling, and touching her pussy at first in a less overtly sexual manner at first will lead to relaxation. DO explore the clit and use your fingers to get the hood and flap out of the way at some point so that your tongue is ringing the bell. And even when you find the magic way she loves it, still vary to other things and then come back. So if she likes the flat tongue up and down, still back off and give her some circles, some gentle sucks, some tongue tip flicks, and some side tongue, lip grazes and gulpy french kisses. (and oh yes, there are a million more ways ....wonderful to hope to know them all) Get back with me after you do it and tell me if I was right that it's just the most wonderful experience. So what do you think blog readers ? Do I give good advice or should I add or subtract something ? -Brenda Oh, and here is a link to a good article on the topic

Sunday

In the summer of 2014 it had been more than a
year since I had been with a woman. At the time I was dwelling daily on my
feelings of time flying by and, now in my late thirties, aging rapidly, and
feeling I was aging rapidly out of “desirable” mode.

The story starts two winters ago, in 2012. After some very sexually fortunate things
happened with not one but two college girls and a situation that zigged and
zagged so violently that my emotions were taxed to the extreme. So much so that even though the sex with each
of the young women, (not at the same time) was nothing short of
mind blowing, that I have been, as a
writer, so far unable to do justice to the
story for the blog in all the
months since it happened. However, a
post script to that story has led me to this one. It is the story of a simply wonderful,
straightforward "friends with benefits" afternoon with Andrea.

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I got a text from Elizabeth, who was the more outgoing and gregarious of the
two co-eds who I had been with ...yes sexually ....yes as a woman...a
"townie" if you will in her 30s.
Those two had played with my every emotion for a couple of months, but also left me more
sexually satisfied, in both the giving sense and the orgasmic sense, than any other women ever in this all to
brief period of confirmed lesbianism in my life. With Elizabeth, and her roomate Karol
Anne, it had ended rather uncomfortably,
with both girls finding out about each other’s relationship with me and
deciding that I shouldn't destroy their friendship. That ended it, and it
doesn’t feel good to be rejected after the lovemaking with both was so intense
and diverse, with both of them ...EACH of them
telling me at least once that they loved me.

But the differences were in the gaps, those
references of reality. There was the
most obvious one, the age gap. Then
there was the I’m married and they aren’t gap.
Add into the mix the they are young and beautiful modern lesbian women
and I am a very ordinary old fashion and in the closet gap. I also suspect, sincerely, that they were
just tired of me. Ready to move on. The regular sex…I mean sex with enthusiastic
college girls… I was really getting used to and it sure ended suddenly,
unexpectedly, and for me, very unhappily...and I went into a deep fit of both
denial and depression afterwards, chastising myself for playing with such fire,
and knowing in my heart it could not have lasted. When for the blog I am finally able to
finish telling the story of what happened two winters ago, I think I will be
able as I write to easily convey just how incredibly fortunate I was to have
such beautiful, fulfilling, adventurous lesbian sexual experiences with these
two young women who both made me feel like a milf goddess and 10 years younger
whenever I met with each individually in experiences that were not limited to
the bedroom.

And it was hard to really let it go, to believe
it was gone. So, I had always hoped that
somehow I would reconnect with one or the other and fantasized about one or the
other of them almost daily ...but most especially, I wanted the reconnection
with wild, free spirited, and fearless Elizabeth.

Oh it's like I can't quit talking about that whole experience ...yet, this
story is not about either of them, it's about Andrea. (need to focus !) But one more thing about
Elizabeth so it’s understandable. Her
"thing" was casual lesbian sex ..and often. Craigslist and badoo and POF were MADE with her in mind, and the sex she preferred (or at least
convinced me she preferred) was with older women, which is HOW she and I met,
and HOW she met Andrea...and thus how Andrea and me would come to be together
in passion and desire.

On the day I got the text from Elizabeth
that made my heart zing, I was just down on myself…my work life, my family
life…all were seemingly torn apart and at a low point, and my sex life ...at
least my lesbian sex life (I don't count what I do with my husband)....had been
non existent with little possibilities for way too long. . My ever aging frame had recently transitioned
from early thirties to mid thirties to now late thirties with all of the
associated self-deprecating mirror moments that go along with that
territory. I remain still married to a
man I haven't loved for years for no other reason it seems than for the need to
keep a family together for my son, but I am still very lesbian in my heart,
have realized this for over a decade now, and I'm unable to find the escape hatch from the
country girl in the closet life. When
this happened, I had been unable to fight the effects of powerful antidepressants
that had pretty much destroyed my formerly “always on” libido...the same libido
that kept me horny and, of importance to my lesbian erotica blog and its
readers, kept me WRITING!

I had
found a couple of sparks of what I perceived as good and inspired writing
inside me, but couldn't pull together a whole story from start to finish in
quite some time. I had tried writing from a more fictional standpoint in the
style I had read in E-Books and at Literotica and it just felt silly, although
I was told I was good at it. My family
life was going along with only blandness and a sense of servitude, my work
life, pressured, but fortunate to have a job where I get to write at least some
of the time. At this time the only good
thing was this dream vacation that was coming up. I had just gone through all the preparations
of the vacation of a lifetime, a cruise to the Bahamas. That alone was making me feel that life was
not so bad if I took a step back and compared it to true misery, it sure had
become mundane in many ways and especially in the sexual fulfillment
department, and even more disheartening was the fact that the lack of sex had
somehow become acceptable to me. Add
to the down on myself is that for the first time in my always oversize life, I
was starting to become a bit down on all aspects of my body. My large breasts were…well I wouldn’t say
rapidly sagging, but as I had these nude pics of the younger me to compare to,
they had lost much of the perkiness, and had begun to show a few wrinkles. The wrinkles and creases that had seemed so minimal only a
year ago were now looking so prominent when giving myself the up down in the
mirror. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, but I thought perhaps a plan of
keeping clothes on during any future sexual activity might be devised.

So against that more than slightly depressing
slice of time backdrop, I got a text from young Elizabeth which is benign, but
nonetheless expresses hope for me. As
she chimes in with, "Hey Brenda, how is summer so far ? Need to talk to you about something ..call
me when you can." That followed by
3 hearts. Of course, all I am hoping
is "she wants to fuck me again ! ? ! ? !
I had kept in touch with her in a very distant and minimal fashion
just enough to update her on my
non-existen sex life and meant for her to understand that the door was always
open for her. I mean, I thought, who
could resist my twirling tongue forever once she's had it right ?

Nah, I quickly realize, that would be
too good to be true ...but maybe.
.....maybe??? I am nothing if not
for an abundance of blind hope sometimes.

I had gotten that text while I was at home so I had to get out of the house,
and at the first opportunity, I make the
excuse to my husband to drive to 7-11, "slurpees for the family" so I can have the privacy to call her. On the way there I hope for the best and fear
the worst. The worst does indeed cross
my mind. "What if she needs to tell
me she has an STD?" I think to myself.
Elizabeth is the very definition of promiscuous. I wonder what could it be a million times and
as I shut off the car in the convenience story parking lot I nervously
dial. After some quick cordials to begin
the chit chat (how are you, how is she, are you with anyone special -no, how
about you - no) where my heart is beating out of my chest in anticipation and
hopefulness, and in fact as I picture her as she presented herself once to me,
already nude, perky and young breasts levitating, and ber body that one
afternoon was even centerfold posed and waiting for me on her bed, I began to
even get wet at the thought of her blonde, athletic beauty.
My voice was hurried because I was excited ...however her voice was hurried
because, well, she was just taking care of business with me. The reality sets in that this is not about
she and I getting together to wrap thighs together, no quite the contrary. She begins to gives me a tantalizing tease of
what she wants to discuss with a bit of a serious tone in her voice.

" Hey I can't talk much right now but hey,
Brenda, how would you like to meet a girl ...um...a woman I should say ..who I
think would be perfect for you. I mean,
she's your age, she got a pretty georgeous body, and she loves ...I mean LOVES
to enjoy, shall we say, what it is that you do best."

"Oh," I laughed, "What I do best ? I guess I will take that as a
compliment."

"Oh my gawd Brenda, Karol Anne and I stll talk about it ..you're the boss
with your tongue ..but you know that already." She trailed off with some seriousness as if
she was afraid she might have hurt my feelings,
and though I hesitated and considered the thought of posing the question
that if I am so good, how come neither one comes to me for a willing tongue
lashing, I decided to try to be humorous and said "well if you really feel
that way you have my permission to write my number on the ladies room bathroom
wall at the college."

She laughed, "I know right ?
You're such a Cougar! I mean right
?"

"Yeah right ! So have you found
anyone special or still a player?"

" Ohhhh you know me. (long pause) Hey they're all special. But yeah, I'm having fun ...there's a girl
on the basketball team I'm hanging with and I'm still on craigslist ..you know
me. "

"Well, yeah, set me up with one of THOSE girls right ?"

"Oh ..I wouldn't rule that out. But
anyway ..yeah...um, I am going to send
you an email tonight about someone I met ...thought you two might get along
maybe ..no wait ..I'm SURE you will get along....I don't know ...it's up to
you. I mean, I think you'd like her,and
she'd like you, and if you want yall can take it from there. Get together and
talk bad about me behind my back or something."

"Never...but you've been with her ? I won't even ask you how she
tasted."

"I'm saying too much. But, she's like you. She has very wet orgasms. So there is a lot of her to taste...I mean, I
just need to shut up. Whatever, hey I'll send you an email ok ?"

I tried to protest faintly..."what ..what do you mean? Playing matchmaker ? Can't believe you are trying to set me
up.”

"Yeah maybe ...no worries ...setting you up because ...you know..sex
girl...maybe yall can get together and trust me, you won't be unhappy ..and I
know you ..she's gonna be happy ...so whats not to like?"

I probably should have filtered what I said because it was ungrateful, but,
"You're throwing me your leftovers Elizabeth ?"

" I don't know, " and then with
resignation, "Nahh...its not like that," she laughed, "just
trust me. You are both so much the same
I can't help myself. If you hook up,
look, I know about these things. Trust me?"

"What did you tell her about me ?"

"Ahhh you know...all the good things.
I mean...you came up. I wondered
if she knew you, then told her she ought to know you, and so that kind of
thing."

"So you're now Match.com ?"

"Well you know," she paused, " I'm a psyche major so, that could
be a good backup" she laughed.

"Elizabeth! I swear...you are crazy. I miss
you ..was hoping you were calling cause you ...umm"

"Yeah...well, you know...
""Elizabeth, you are the best ..the absolute best..."
"I won't tell Karol Anne you said that."
"Karol Anne agrees...she told me herself.
I hope she's ok too."
"She is ..."
"Do yall ever?"
"You know...she's there whenever I need the itch scratched the way she scratches
it," and with that a flurry of memories of making love with Elizabeth's
brunette, big breasted roomate who dangerously
couldn't resist a tryst with me even if it put her friendship with her
roomate Elizabeth in jeopardy. But our
spark was instantaneous when it happened and we were big girls and followed our
desires. And, looking back, while making love with
Elizabeth was a dramtic performance each
time on par with a Broadway play, With
Karol Anne, experiences were intense, a bit brooding, but determined and
calculated pleasure giving like no other
lesbian lover I've known. She knew how
to make every second one of our time together count for our mutual pleasure as if it were a mission. Unlike Elizabeth, Karol Anne had either no
concept of her own beauty, or if she was aware, if mattered to her not at
all. For Elizabeth, she was almost in
"notice me" pageant mode at all times. She made me feel like, and I am sure all of
her other lovers feel like "how lucky you are to make love to
me." However, she could get away
with it, and I believe that plays better with older woman like me than with
girls her own age, thus her sexual preference of cougars. And just to finish all of this and
reitterate, each, in her own way, was SO good.

So someday I will convey the total and complete story of the short lived
lesbian love triangle of Elizabeth, Karol Anne, and I. The phone call with Elizabeth brought it all
back ..and as we prepared to hang up, I was convinced that my desire for her
would never go away, and would never again be fullfilled.

My mind was swirling at this turn of events in my life because I couldn't deny
I'd like a hookup with someone. I believed Elizabeth had a sincere zeal for the intention of my
happiness as if it would bring her some as well. Her final plea to me to accept her
reccomendation as it were was to sell sell sell. " She has tremendous boobs ...just like
you...I'll tell you more ..ok ? I gotta
go."

Awkwardly "Ok ..well ..I'll look for your
email right ? Thanks ..its great talking
to you...I'd love to see you sometime."
But I knew she was done with me and moved on.

And that was that, and in a pure emotional mess in my car in the parking lot of
the 7-11, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to cry. My emotions were unable to prevent a short
spurt of the latter, with tears welling up and the urge to scream came over me
so suddenly that I couldn't stop it from coming out.

I took a deep breath and went " WHOA !"

OK…she didn’t want to fuck me, that was
clear. But I was happy inside because
perhaps I was going to get laid. And by
a girl with big boobs and a gushing pussy no doubt, although that was very little to nothing to know about someone one
had already made the mind up to fuck.
The huge adrenaline rush of just calling Elizabeth and hearing her voice
in the first place was sustained now with enormous anticipation. I pulled
myself together to enter the store with a probably bewildered look, made my
purchases of Orbit gum, a Mountain Dew Slurpee, and what the heck, one random
scratcher ticket which, by the way, ended up being a $5 winner. Perhaps it was
a sign I thought. A lucky day.

So that was that, for after a brief optimism that Elizabeth might miss my mouth
or my boobs that she clamored on and on about when we were lovers, it was
initially a bit of a letdown that her phone call wasn’t about the two of
us, but at least I quickly figured out in
trying to set me up with someone, she didn’t harbor a bitterness in the way we
ended it, so in a way, that was awesome ..it had been too long, and just the
thought of what was to come in her email was getting me juicy...perhaps I
should say juicier at this point .. in a hurry.

That night she followed through with a few
paragraphs about meeting Andrea and that the two hit it off and hooked up a
couple of times (as had she and I) but the relationship had run it's course for
both of them She told me that she
brought the subject of our affair to Andrea a few times and noted the
similarities between the both of us in both situation and as lovers. As Andrea had joked with her that she ought
to introduce us, Elizabeth had shared an R rated picture of me and decided that
the interest was sincere on Andrea's part. "So she's already seen my
breasts," I thought. So surreal,
but then again, every experience involving Elizabeth fit that descriptive term. Now it was my turn to see Andrea, and sure
enough, Elizabeth was correct in assuming we would be attracted to one
another.

Andrea's non nude pictures were as follows: A selfie she had taken in the
drivers seat of her SUV in sunglasses and shoulder length sandy blonde hair
in a
Steelers jersey that showed a tremendous smile and personality, and to
show her body more, a gorgeous picture in an olive colored bridesmaid dress where her eyes were made up
fantastically, a hint of her large breast cleavage caused my mouth to water,
and her arm showing off a large tattoo of a peacock feather and the words
"stay strong." I wondered
which of my R rated photos had been shared with her, but I hoped the one where
my boobs hang perfectly while I am leaning over brushing my hair, a very
spontaneous shot my husband had taken in better times with us, and more
youthful times for my tits. My just
showered wet dark hair in that picture hangs over one breast accidentally but
beautifully, my pink areolae and non erect nipple draw focus of one’s eyes, and
my baby blue eye shadow and red lips painted a picture of me as woman who was
absolutely ready for sex. Lesbian
sex. The other picture I suspected she
saw was one where my robe was pulled open to show to good, my boobs, and the
bad as it were, my pooch belly that I have always felt it was better to be
honest that I am a big girl than to find out later someone whose craigslist ad
I was answering didn't care for fat girls.
In any event, it was clear she had seen more of me than me of her, and I
noted that in my first email to her, as I decided to break the ice by writing
that very night.

Andrea and I each wrote two very long emails to
one another commenting on our mutual married mom in the closet lifestyle, and
the history of our lesbian trysts. She
was still very sexually active and in love with her husband, my story was the
opposite. She had had one intense high
school lesbian experience and only recently blossomed with experiences and
formerly chat experiences had become face to face, lips to lips meetings. It did seem that neither of us were willing
to fully talk about our shared experience of Elizabeth as a lover, only
agreeing that she was an amazing giver in bed and completely shameless. A new picture Andrea sent to me of her sent
thrills through my body, though once again, G rated. waves of just past the
ears hair, sultry eyes, and a purple turtleneck with a scarf dipped down
towards her breasts which were clearly very ample as I am prone to love.

Next, we exchanged numbers and agreed on a time to call, where once again as
the time approached, where I would be calling on my lunch hour from my work
parking lot, we talked quite a bit in mutual admiration society confab about each
other’s pictures. I told her in the
phone conversation that her look of innocence was compelling, and that she did
not look to be in her mid-thirties. In
emails we shared some mutual sexual likes …mine to perform cunnilingus until my
mouth was numb, and she to cuddle and caress with her mouth full of nipple and
breast, and so it seemed, we were perfectly matched as Elizabeth had said. In the emails and the phone conversation we
had found an ease of trust and felt instantly like we could tell each other
anything.

After 2 emails and the sincere, non phone sex
conversation, the plan became to meet for the first time in the hotel room,
bypassing the usual public place meeting of a first meeting. I picked a nicer hotel than the always
affordable local Motel 6, using some travel points I had acquired from my credit
card for this luxury for a woman I sensed was more sophisticated than some I
had trysted with. I was to get there
first and acquire the room and text here the room number, and when she was able
to get off work for the afternoon she was to text me when she was there. No
false pretense or public meeting or making sure that we had chemistry before
going to the room. Our emails and phone
chat had answered the questions of whether or not we wanted each other quite enough….and
with only a couple of hours to be together we mutually decided we would go
straight to the bed to maximize our skin to skin time. We were clearly ready to
get down and into each other.

I had secured a half day off from work and on the way to our point of
rendezvous, my morning of a million thoughts became a billion thoughts now free
of work distraction. Truly, I hadn’t
been able to work much while at my desk, while under my skirt my hornied pussy
was almost to the point of puddling while imagining every sapphic variable of
the afternoon to come. Each minute seemed like ten minutes as the clock could
not get to the afternoon in any reasonable time. Finally, off work, to the parking lot, I
almost skipped to my car with pure anticipatory glee.

As the self-proclaimed queen of lesbian hotel sex
(from earlier stories on my blog), I came into the lobby which had a very nice
atmosphere with very comfortable furniture and a sofa you could sink into next
to a fire place, and wondered if I should greet Andrea down here …but that was
not the plan, though it might have made for a bit of romance which I was by now
craving with her. After checking in to
2nd floor room at a little after 1pm, and getting the air
conditioning on to cool the stifling midday July heat, I sent my text and began
the wait that I knew would be at least an hour and turned out to be nearly two.
Those two hours were torture for me with pacing, Facebook checking, reminding
my husband by text that I wasn’t sure how late I’d get home from work, and
waited and waited with giddiness for our first encounter.

I had decided to greet Andrea in bedroom dress and had informed her of that
fact, so I had brought along a new knee length Vera Wang sleep shirt that
didn’t show my cleavage but clinged nicely to the curve of my bosom and as I
looked in the mirror to check the fit decided that I liked the way the light
pink fabric was just sheer enough to identify the shape and size of my nipples
and even hinted at their color through the material. I stroked my breast and the nipple stood out,
and unable to help myself, I stroked my pussy a few times and knew I was
already ready for orgasm and she hadn’t gotten there yet.

Then I sat …and waited …and thought
..and waited. And thought. About a million things ..because that’s what
I do. I thought about the over a year since I had been with a woman ..and the
two years since I had been with a woman that wasn’t a college girl. I thought about how different I had grown to
feel about my lesbian inner self since both of those experiences. I thought and
laughed “what a great lifetime movie the story of my small town closeted
lesbian mom life would make.” Had I become so jaded as to be comfortable with
fucking for the sake of fucking ? How I
felt I had lost some of the little girl wonder of my previous sexual
experiences, that it felt as though I was just treating Andrea as a sex object
and glad to be treated that way by her.
There was much more matter of fact taking care of business than any
other lesbian encounter, and I wondered if at some point in the afternoon, a
bit of a flame that seemed diminished would rekindle and respark when we began
to love on one another and make love with the intensity that I expected to
occur. I’d no way of really knowing if
we were going for a gentle experience or something rougher, or how the power
sharing would go. I worried about
everything and yet, while sitting on the fairly comfortable room chair with my
feet propped up and pink painted toenails I considered how logically I was
taking all this. I had certainly more
experience than most women in meetings like this. In fact, it was hard to deny
that the S word (slut) might be a good description for what I had become in my
almost always meet through the internet lesbian affairs. Each time I had been in a blindish date
meeting situation, my nerves would always get the best of me. This time, with Andrea, I had all those
thoughts but almost none of the anxiety.
In fact I reasoned, I was downright calm. It was just comforting to me
to know that after all this time, within a matter of minutes, I presumed I
would be tasting pussy again, the most wonderful thing I love to do.

"Pulling into the parking lot" came the
text, and moment was finally here. Minutes later, she knocked and I opened, and
I invited her in, stood back for a second, and let out a deep breath and sigh
of relief that it was finally here. My sigh was acknowledged by a smile that
felt like she was as glad to finally have me in her presence as much.

“I got here as fast as I could...didn't have time to put on any make up. Gosh, you are so much appealing in person
than your pictures,” she complimented, and I returned sincerely, “you are a
beautiful one Andrea …so natural.” And
she was a very earthy, creamy skinned, plump and voluptuous, and as Elizabeth
and the pictured suggested, a very large breasted middle aged woman. "Wow
..usually I'm the girl with the big tits," I joked and was relieved when
she smiled at my minimal attempt at humor.
Wearing the most mundane of navy nurse scrubs and still with her
hospital security badge clipped to her top, with a smart and straight cut
shoulder length haircut that drew me to her soft skinned neck I instantly began
to dream about sucking on. I let her
sharp grey eyes cut through me another moment before our natural embrace, my
arms reaching down to pull her into me as I was a good 4 or 5 inches taller
than she was. “It’s so nice to meet you
Andrea,” I sighed into her hair. Our embrace went longer than a welcome hug
until after about 30 seconds she looked upward at me and said “this feels
good.”

I broke the hug to let her get acclimated, “well put your bag down,” I said
motioning to her small cloth back white with yellow ducks. “That’s cute….I like
your ducks.” “Thank you, got it in Nags
Head, and I thought it was fun,” and she looked for the place to put it,
settled on the first table closest to the door, looking down put her keys away,
and then seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time with her back turned
to me digging in her purse. Her neck
craned around the room as she took in the surroundings. “This is a nice room ..wow.” “Didn’t pay a nickel for it..got it on points
…but I wanted our short time to be comfortable.” "Well it is ..very nice...king sized
bed...that'll be fun!" I thought
how nice it was that perhaps she was as anxious to get to fucking as I had been
while waiting the two hours in the room.
I didn't want to rush, but I was just so ready to go, and seeing her in
person and feeling her softness, the desire and tingling was ready to turn into
throbbing. As I looked her up and down
while her back was turned, my mouth was already hungering for Andrea's pussy,
my lips were primed for those gorgeous tits, and I was starting to calculate
where the kissing would begin and how soon the clothes could come off. Knowing after a quick greeting that I was
ready to fuck and had been all day, I didn’t know what was too aggressive, but
that hug had sure felt SO good, and I loved having her warm body next to me.

So I approached her from behind and encircled my
arms around her again, avoiding temptation to go right for a grasp on her
breasts, and just wrapping around her waist, and let her raise up and lean back
against me. She eased into me as if we'd
been lovers before, with instincts taking over. I kissed her neck gently and pondered about
how blatantly fast I was moving on this woman who had just gotten off work and
walked into the room less than five minutes before. I instantly wanted her and we had already pretty
much agreed upon the fact that we were hot for each other and going to go to
bed together, but what was too fast, too harsh. Was this pushing it too much ? Somehow I thought, I didn’t care.

I sighed deeply again and gently grasping her hand turned her towards me, gaped
my mouth and admitted a slow down point to exclaim "Ummmm maybe I should
offer to get you a drink ? I got a
7-Up...didn't bring the Seagrams though."

"You ....smell....so....GOOD!" she stated slowly and
convincingly. The compliment sent
tingles down my spine. That afternoon I
had gotten to wear for the first time the 150 dollar perfume I had gotten on
the cruise for 1/3 the price as they sell it.
She took an approaching step and leaned her short in stature body
against me with her arms encircling my neck.
"Thank you, it's a bottle I got on the ...." and was cut off
by her open mouth and warm tongue first nuzzling and then gently sucking on my
neck which stopped me in mid sentence.
And I thought “YES” and let out a sigh / moan in the most pleasant of
surprises. Her teeth and tongue pulled
on my skin and my knees started to buckle, and she again declared “you smell delightful Brenda,mmmm
and you taste good too.”

So, this was absolutely perfect, as the engine
had been started and revved . With two
fingers under her chin I tilted her up towards me and directly looking into her
eyes for the first time said "lemme see how you taste," and laid into
her with the most incredible, natural, very deep kiss with all of my tongue and
all of her tongue coming back. Our eyes
were closed but I opened mine first and her soft and submissive eyes melted me.

With that our eye contact became intensified and combined with the two of just
smiling. “Youuuuu look like …..you wanna kiss me again Brenda?” I half giggled, “you think I’m that easy
?” “Uh huh,” and with the tilt of her
head our mouths melted into one another comfortable and easily then tongues
slid past each other and into the warmth of desire. For a few moments more we kissed and as she
pulled apart from me it was as though we agreed that it was better than we
dreamed and were together in that assertion.
And as I was ready to strip down right there and get under the covers,
she broke our kiss and our embrace with a purpose and so suddenly I almost
panicked at her body leaving my grasp.
She looked down and then past me towards the bathroom,” give me a few
minutes ok?” “Ahhhhhhh” I feigned not
wanting to let her go. “Don’t be long.”

She went back to her purse and pulled a purple bundle of fabric and unfurled it
in front of me. “I brought this ….what
do you think ?” She held up a very sexy
nightie. “I love the color…love the
lace.” “And the neckline ?” I took a
deep breath before I said what I said in humor but also with honesty, and with
no filter replied “I think you just want
to show off your tits….and with good reason,” and then I approached her again
and gave her a gentle soft kiss on her lips without closing my eyes and said,
probably cheesily, “I can’t wait to see you in that ..and....out of it.”

“You;’re driving me crazy, “ she said smiling, and I said back “You’re driving
ME crazy.”

And she initiated a warm, loving, very deep kiss
which trailed down my chin to my neck, and after causing my body to shudder
from that, back up she went with her mouth to again enter me deeply with her
tongue. It left me panting ..her as
well. “Good kisser.” “So are you.” So hard to let her go, but did with feigned
grasp at her as she broke away.

“I’ll hurry,” she said and headed for the bathroom with only the chemise.

I stared to space, felt the fabric of my night dress over my nipples, wondered
if it mattered whether or not to brush my hair again, and realized that my
mouth had become dry …and my pussy was wet and throbbing. After reaching
between my legs to check my pantyless wetness, I stood up and restlessly
got been busy pulling down the covers
and fluffing the pillows, looking at the bed and realizing we were about to set
it on fire.

When Andrea emerged after five minutes that seemed like eternity, her new
nighty was very roomy on her and really didn’t fit on top but the good thing is
that her breasts were nicely exposed almost to the nipple from the plunging
lacy neck. She had a belly that I sure didn’t mind because of my own, and her
fairly large thighs were appealing to me as clean shaven and creamy white. I was already very obsessed by her breasts
and knew already that the vision of them, the contact with them, and my
infatuation with her colossal tits was going to make this the experience of a
lifetime in that respect.

When she approached me, she was just breathtaking. The cliche that comes to
mind is "body built for sex," but more true would be "body built
for sex just for ME." She was exactly
what I would dare to dream of. I loved
the way she was dressed up, had made up her eyes a bit, and especially, that it
was to impress me. And I was definitely
impressed.

"I can't believe how good that looks on you ...wow. I mean...you are stunningly beautiful."

I took a very deep breath, and realized she had added a wonderfully sweet
perfume so pleasant, and let my breath
out slowly and averted my gaze for a moment to avoid burning a hole through her
with the focus of my intense and excited stare.

She noted aloud “Girl, your nipples are hard ..are you cold or happy to see
me.” Loved her flirty sense of
humor. And she reminded me that I had
sent erotic pictures to her email when she said, "Well I ...I have been
wanting to suck on your nipples for so long now. "

"My nipples are glad to hear that," I said half in jest and half
excited in knowing that indeed was about to happen.

It was nice that I felt we could banter and our chemistry was not in question,
but there were two reasons to move to more serious matters. One was that we had very limited time, and
two was that my whole sexual self …my inner goddess if you will …was screaming
to make love to her …and NOW.

As we locked eyes and as she met me at the bed, sat
next to me, and her hand reached out to meet mine and our fingers entwined, she
repeated something she had told me on the phone. “Baby, I want you to tell me what you want?”
she said with erotic honesty.

I thought about several responses before settling on "I think we both want
the same things."

My mouth was approaching hers, leaning in for the next kiss, and got a bit bold
with my words by declaring in my best dirty girl voice, “I .....just..... want
to fuuuck…can’t wait to fuck you….with my mouth ..with my hands…with my soul
Andrea…." and then taking a deep breath I allowed the realization of my
good fortune to overwhelm me that I had an involuntary shiver from head to toe
and my next words were blurted "I’m so lucky to be with you.”

I was emotionally and sexually nearly overwhelmed, and felt from her that she
was in this moment with me. I had a flurry of thoughts of more dirty talk to
her because it seemed taken her breath away with the "want to fuck
you" statement. I could see it in
her eyes. I observed her gasp just a bit
right before I kissed her, the sensual words evaporated from her parting to
kiss me lips, “yes fuck me Brenda.”

WIth that we did a typical on the edge of the bed turned to each other kissing
and holding hands, roaming hands, and sensual and passionate growing together
and getting more comfortable with each kiss.
I was the one who was aggressive as she basically kept her head still
while my mouth and tongue roamed her lips and inside her and my hands stroked
her with my fingertips.

She gently raised her hand to first brush, and then grasped my left breast over
my gown,, causing me to sigh and then I kissed
her with urgency, welcoming her open mouth by deepening my kiss even more and
with her voice barely above a whisper, “I have wanted you so much…all
day.” “Me too…all day.”

It was late afternoon and there was a soft light in the room as she cupped my
breasts while our tongues tangled, perfectly touching me,moaning into her mouth while I started to suck on her
tongue. She came out of that kiss to
pull on my lower lip with her lips, a technique she had teased me with on the
phone a few nights before.

Panting now I tried to gain composure, “Can we go slow?

“Yes Brenda …You lead the way for us!” she
commanded. “I’m so yours.”

“Lay down …there.” And as I wished she
scooted towards the middle of the bed and comforted herself upon the plush and
almost too numerous pillows.

I pulled up next to her and began to suck gently upon her neck, then tickled
the back of her neck with my right hand letting my fingers linger to pet her
and incite her to tingle with my fingertips, and then stroking around her neck
and over her shoulder ever so tenderly before arriving at the cusp of her
cleavage where I nuzzled dreamily for a bit against the softest skin, pondering
the weight and girth of her mounds, and delighting in the elegance of her purple
lacy fabric.

My inner voice wanted to word fuck her more as I tugged on the fabric, sliding
my fingertips back and forth against her skin underneath the lace. . "This is the most beautiful thing and
you look like a goddess...I mean it's perfect for you." To my nuzzling I added my extended tongue
against the soft skin of the top of her right breast and asked her "do you
want me to leave this on you?"

"I dunno...you wanna leave it on me ?” she
said as her hand naturally pushed me gently into her breast with her hand
against the back of my neck.

I looked upward past her parted and pouty pink lips and directly into her eyes,
and when that happens and just right, sensuous eye contact states a thousand
things and causes a flood of emotions for me
. It's a great feeling to be
literally just minutes into a physical relationship and have the sensation that
we both had trust, respect, and chemistry.
She made me feel adored, and my whole body sexual fire was growing and
raging with orgasmic promise and the pleasant pulsations from between my legs
were quickly burgeoning into powerful throbs with each moments touch.

"You look so pretty in this ...I am dying to tear it off of you ....but
you are so beautiful," I mumbled into her cleavage and softly moaned.

She gave me a sweet "mmmmmm" and I
responded with the same and raised my hand toward her chest. "Give me this."

Her hand rose to cover mine as she and I together pulled the enormous left
breast to exposition to the coolness of the air conditioned room, and shortly
after the second orb followed, plopping out as she threw her head backward to
look towards the ceiling at just the moment my mouth met upon the first of her
nipples so gloriously pink and with huge areolas and sticking out so erect in
between my lips and my mouth.

I pushed the top of her sexy and silky fabric
down totally, past her hips and sensuously down her sides to her hips to expose her snow white soft
skin from the waist up. I treasured her
heaving breasts, first with my eyes, surveying every tiny bump or freckle. Her chest was blushing pink, her nipples were
stiffened from excitement and a visually dominant feature any artist would be
blessed to sketch or paint, a feature I was committing to permanent memory But the rest of her upper body was a vast
ocean of milky white, sensitive skin that I began to devour with my hands, and
mouth, adding whispers of "incredible," and "beautiful baby,
" which was accompanied by her soft moaning and pulling me into her with
her fingers and hands. Glancing upward
as I kissed and licked she alternated between watching me work on her and when
a particular nerve was hit her head would jerk backwards as her body tensed or
twitched in appreciation for my ministrations.

Mutual attraction within a first time encounter
like this has got to be one of the greatest naturally occurring aphrodisiacs
available to the human sexual experience.
Each time I feasted on her beauty with my eyes, oh the full body
flutter, and the total mind fuck of pleasure when it was clear she was doing
the same to me.

Sucking her nipple harder and harder, relishing and admiring the pure beauty of
the huge pink areola with tantalizing bumps my tongue tip couldn’t leave alone,
the moment of how long I had waited for this and wanted for this and as it
happened with the loveliest, softest, heaviest breasts, I buried my face into
her left boob while enveloping her entire chest with my gripping fingers,
kneading and pulling her into me, "great tits," I mumbled before
latching onto and then seemingly being
unable to unlatch my mouth from her incredible and perfect left
breast. My right hand was gently
groping, gripping, and even tickle scratching her other breast, and her hand
grasped mine over top and as she gently forced my hand to squeeze with more
authority, I welcomed the invitation to her breast that I was sloppily and slippery
licking and swallowing to attend to her other breast , which felt cool and dry
against my hot wet tongue, and I knew this sensation to be among the finest
feelings, so swallowing her nipple and as much breast as I could suck
into my mouth gave me as much or more pleasure as I was giving her. I once again opened as wide as I could
comfortably and took as much of her breast into my mouth to suck, massage, and
lick. In fact, as my tongue increased speed and I was delirious in feeling her
writhe against me, I was slurping and sucking as we moved together, and it was
glorious. These wonderful seconds became
minutes before I pushed both of her boobs together and wildly and sultrily
licked her nipples like I would lick her pussy.
She had encouraged me with more than a few soft moans that went upward
in pitch and exemplified her increasing loss of control. Oh how I love a girl
whose breasts are sensitive enough to get pre orgasmic over loving them. Knowing all this was making her cunt drip was
making me feel like a terrible tease. I
was already moaning into her chest when she reached down to oblige my breasts
over the fabric of my nighty, but then, with this rapid tonguing she pushed her
body against me stronger. How wonderful
it felt to me that she was already losing her bearings …and let me hear her
breathing and higher pitched, louder indications of her growing excitement. All
this before I ever got involved with her pussy with anything more than a token,
teasing graze.

She lifted up a bit and my hands and arms went from
total attention to her breasts to wrapping my arms around her, gently squeezing
her buttocks, and then just holding her, locking my arms by my wrists and
pulling her boobs and body close to me.
I am a breast worshipper from either a distance or up close, and hers
were so exciting to me with size, shape and texture.

I was ready to get her out of her gown and she lifted and helped me pull it
down over her waist and off her knees and to the bottom of the bed. Never mind her chubby belly with a little
flab that I had in common with her, her body was a sight to behold for me as my
eyes focused once again on the vision of her gorgeous breasts and then downward
to her honeypot. Her pussy was a trimmed
bush of soft hair surrounding a very pronounced outer labia. Pink and brown folds of skin enveloped a
substantial clitoral hood much like I had seen from bigger girls in porn vids
but had not had the pleasure of sucking upon in my dozen lesbian lovers. What a striking beauty laying before me with her
eyes begging me to fuck her with my mouth.

I was still committed to her breasts, so I quelled my visual admiration of her
pussy to mount her, crawling on top of her to a dominant moment while each of
us saw the hunger in one another’s eyes.
It felt like slow motion as I approached to deeply kiss her, her open
mouth and soft tongue welcoming me to kiss her in the manner I had promised her
in an email exchange where she too wanted the open mouth probing and sucking
tongue kisses that shot tingles all over my body in her passionate
response. I opened my eyes and hers
were already open, perhaps they were through the entire length of the minutes
of kissing while our bodies intervened with one another and nothing had ever felt
so right. We enjoyed even more of our making
sweet eye contact to each others delight, I whispered "you feel so good to
me,” before lowering my head to again gulp one breast and another. Her arms that had been holding me now joined
around my neck while caressing me to
guide me into her as I began to lick and flick one nipple upon the other ..and
squeeze and lift her into my wide open mouth applying full suction and a
provoking scrape of my teeth. Andrea’s
hips were pushing up and were writhing , and how sweet the sound was of her
softly moaning under me and telling me I was “so good,” and calling me “honey.”

While all this was passionate, fast moving, and very hot sex, it was also still
materializing as our intended slow, sensuous and intensifying love making. I
think each of us was aware that there was an abundance of breast love occuring
but it felt so very right. But, it was
becoming torture for both of us now for me not to get her pussy involved, and
so as I continued with my mouth on her nipples and the soft skin of her entire
bosom, my heavy breathing and excitement was becoming more like panting in the
tumult of our excitement, we seemed to pause a moment to catch our breath and
gather some of the gravity of the magic we were making, where I KNEW how good it
was, and sensed from her as well that we were seemingly built for sex with each
other.

And though I obsess about describing what I was
doing to her, her touch was ever so perfect each moment. Fingertips into muscles of my shoulders or
grips upon my hand or arm continued, as did the wonderful feeling of her skin
against me writhing and grinding against me.

Very deep desires were spilling out from each
action and reaction, and then we had this very very telling moment. We had met in a hotel room to fuck, but there
was no doubt it was going so well that we were starting to feel something. Both of us.
It was just beginning but it was unmistakable when we looked deeply into
each others eyes, both of us simmering and starting to boil, and I replaced the
gulping and sucking kisses upon her breasts with tiny and very loving ones that
included just a light graze of tongue tip while I looked up to gauge her
reaction which was indicative that I was doing what she liked. But while it was about my needs, which she
understood going into it was to give her ultimate pleasure, and her needs
sexually, it was in that moment that I knew we had found something that had
died in me over the last year, and I wondered if she was as awakened by me as
her body and loving her had awakened the lesbian to the core me.

I always wonder what "too much" talking can do for the mood in the
middle of sex, but I spoke as I kissed her nipple....

"Can I ask you something (kiss) my love?"
"mmmmmmhmmmm"
"Do you feel this...I mean...do you understand (suck) how (kiss) you
(kiss) are making me feel?
She replied with a breathy "like this feels like the first time?"
"Like you're a dream ?"
"You're my dream Brenda..."
"I'm falling for you baby," and longly licked her erect nipple.
"Are you ?"
"I can' t keep from saying I love you,"
I saw her eyes well up and mine did too as she clutched me.
"I thought if I said that ...oh gawd Brenda....I do...I love you..."
I moaned and sucked into her breast, inhaling and sucking harder "it's
scary."
"Brenda I'm not..." she paused...."afraid of loving you"
"mmmm so good....so beautiful...mmmm"
"Gonna fuck me baby?"
""Fuck you so good,"
The she repeated a burst of several soft sweet "fuck me" pleas while
our embrace intensified.

Yes, I have said that I have been in love during lesbian sex almost every time,
but this was a feeling of paradise and a total juxtaposition of the way she
felt, responded, and the raging roar of my hormones reacting to the way she was
making me feel. I never before felt as
though the two of us were goddess's starting a journey as though the sky had
opened and showered us with a golden gift of lesbian trust and comfort unfelt
before so quickly.

I was going down on her next and we both knew it, but we were paused and
enjoying our closeness and our words with each other stroking each other to the
tingles and goose bumps of togetherness.
But the fucking ...oh the fucking was crying "let's get on with
it."

I needed to eat her pussy so badly, and
I KNEW where her body was ...in a furious madness that longed for the
convulsions my mouth and tongue were ready to provide. I felt that all of the circumstances that led
up to our bodies together so tight in that bed, the foreplay we were sharing,
and our honesty in our words had ripened her pussy where she NEEDED to come
that first time.

My own body, being fed from her expressions of
pleasure, my desire to go slow was being taken over by the unavoidable urge to
unleash my always lethal weapon, my always complimented mouth, in a more aggressive
way. I love giving love with my mouth,
for nothing else makes me feel more at home and at total confident ease than
when I am giving pleasure that way. Yes,
one can deduce that I have a brash and unapologetic conceit about these skills,
which don’t come from any magic technique or learned artistry, but rather a
consistent dedication to creating a lovers ultimate pleasure and my own passion
for the give and take of sexual response triggered by my mouth, lips, tongue
and desire. I always know when the delay
is over and I begin my pussy worship, how extremely comfortable I will become,
and how each woman makes me feel like I have awakened something deeper in them
than they have felt before. It is just all the anticipation of getting to the
oral apex of the experience that builds in me during wonderful foreplay, but
reaches, as it had here, a tipping point for which I positively cannot think
straight until I quench my addictive thirst and hunger for a sopping wet,
throbbing, pulsating pussy and its first tingling touch against my wanting
lips. My need for cunnilingus had arrived but the give and take or our sexual
experience was still evolving and at this point it was unclear how much longer
my need would be starved.

I could feel it all over her even though I hadn’t
touched her pussy yet with any more than my thigh. She interrupted my intention…”lemme see your
titties.” That delicious country girl accent in her voice. Ordinarily, the word “titties” can make me
cringe, but it sounded so natural from her, and genuine. She was country girl
smart, but “titties” was her word and so I just went with it. I have a vanity about my breasts, and usually
love exposing them to a lover for the first time. Always a “ta da” moment for me. I raised up and pulled down the stretchy
fabric of my gown and plopped them out one after another, lifted them and
pinched my nipple, and looked towards her eyes to find them surveying my body
with apparent lust. This is me putting on a show I guess. My “am I pretty?”
moment I suppose. Trying to see her
reaction and cause even more reaction. I liked her looking at me THAT intently,
and reached down towards my right boob and lifted it up to my mouth to take my
nipple in between my lips and suck while never breaking eye contact with her. She
stared and then moanfully sighed which encouraged me to believe that sucking my
own tit was a visual she enjoyed. I
shifted up in the bed and positioned my breast over her mouth and lowered my
tit into her mouth. My leg dragged on
her so that my thigh was making contact with her moist pussy, and oh gawd how
wet it was against me, and my own
already throbbing pussy felt electrified when she began to gobble upon my
nipple and bobble my breast with her soft hands.

She was giving me what I liked after all…I was able to convince her of my need
to be a giver of pleasure, and so far, she was allowing me to “do” her as I
pleased, but now with my tit in her mouth my vagina was within a quick reach
down for her and barely a tap upon my thighs my legs spread open and I
scrunched closer and more under her as her finger grazed up from near my knee
to her middle finger pushing into me as we both marked a familiar squish. She was sucking my breast so incredibly wonderfully. "You're so wet Brenda, " Andrea
gasped before clamping down once again on my tit. Taking as much at one time inside her mouth
and twirling her tongue, and then flicking my nipple, then sucking hard and
squeezing, the sensation was heavenly and I didn't want it to quit. Somehow the power torch had been passed to
her because she was taking advantage of the heat I felt all over, with my eyes
rolling back and her mouth in harmony with her thumb that she circled on my
clit which nearly jolted me towards an instant orgasm.

Prodding me, working me slowly, I melted against her while her fingers pushed
and twiddled over the fabric of my nighty, against my thighs, and back into the
folds of my drenched lips and into my warm and welcoming door to my
pleasure. She brought my clit through
three stages of excitement in a matter of a few seconds and expert feathery
fingertip strokes. My clit responded
from 1-tickle, next to the 2- hot tingle, and soon to the 3-blood infused
thickening and throbbing of my whole pelvic self while my legs squirmed to demand more of her
touch. It was one of those moments where time absolutely stands still from the
total body thrill. Only moments before I was ready to receive her
flood upon my chin, and now she had quite turned the tables on me with her
loving . And it crystalized to me that
SHE was such an accomplished and equally confident lover. She knew my cunt that moment without any
doubt was hers. She knew my pussy that moment like she had been doing it for
years. We both knew with a circular rub
of her palm and her thumb and finger my dripping pussy would have gushed in the
rapture of my release. I was THAT ready to let go. But I never like to come first, and in our
conversations, she knew that, and so, just like a man will stop thrusting to
save his own orgasm for later, she stopped her assault on me just before I went
over the edge, though it was a moment of the sweetest kind of torture between
us.

With her mouth eventually disengaged from my breast I lowered my body down next
to her again and my mouth settled comfortably against her neck to lick and suck
her there while the sides of her face were feathered by her hair against my
cheek. The sweet and long teasing
session was about to transform into a direct quest for orgasmic release.

I finally reached down to touch her pussy, sliding up from her opening to
encircle her clit with my fingers and feel the wetness and the fullness. She was easily the most wet of anyone women I
had ever touched. Her moan was more of a
groan of completion. Above her slippery slit, that clit was as pronounced as
any I had known, and now it’s not untrue to say that the mixture of loving
emotion, shared affection, and one after the other carnal delights was causing
me to quite literally see rainbows.

It is always an exquisite thrill to drink in how a woman processes and
verbalizes or physicalizes the pure pleasure of the hyper sexual sensations
achieved when I launch the ascension to orgasm.
It's the most addictive thing of lesbian sex. It's as if the soul regresses right back to
cave woman where you can feel a woman’s rational thought subside to nothing,
and for Andrea to clamp into the skin of my shoulder with her fingers when my
fingers harvested her desire after barely an introduction of touch. It's usually as if a woman hands her soul to
me the moment I begin to establish that my desire to please her is now in
control until I relinquish that power. My
several fingers involved simultaneously pried her lips apart, encircled her
easily accessible clit, and entered her with two fingers plunging into the
second knuckle deep. Her head jerked
almost violently to the side, her teeth clinched, and her muscles tightened
involuntarily, and the noise came from somewhere deeper as a part grunt, part
squeak of ecstasy.

Another author, the one who writes about red rooms of pain and such, has
described the moments of an inner goddess singing. Indeed, that was my feeling and thought.

"FFFFFUCK," she cried out with her thighs first tightening in on me,
and then gently relaxing as her legs spread outward, knees pulling up, and
breathing as though her last gasp was upon her, the expression on her face
indistinguishable between this pleasure or what it might show in great
pain.

"Oh yes," I whispered and shivered just as much as she against her
softness.

"Oh god," she tightened and readied to release, but I eased because
...well...because I need it in my mouth.
I have to say that ALL I wanted to do was do what I do …perform
cunnilingus …and for pretty much whatever hour and a half we might have left if
I could. I my position to come at her from above, that plan was thwarted when,
however she found the strength or will to resist me, and she reached under me
and got on my button again with her palm.
Now we each held a handful of sloppy wet pussy and with her eyes open
and pleading, her thumb and finger went into an urgency in it's dance upon my
sex, while I responded by increasing my own velocity and pressure. See this is how I always tell women to make
love to me …to enjoy my mouth while keeping my pussy “interested” I say in what
I call a “near 69” position, but on this afternoon and in thi bed, she had me
in a position of being more horny that I had ever been in my entire life I so
so so badly wanted to taste her but all my sense were obliterated by her
mastery of what I like. I was suddenly
under her fingering spell, and it looked like perhaps I’d be the first to come
and my oral on her would become the encore. Our lovemaking had evolved to this
friendly competition. I pleaded “what
are you doing Andrea?” Our eyes locked
together, we realized we were magically going to arrive together in moments,
each of us individually, and in our own way together, and all that mattered was
that it continue. I am sure I resisted
...giving her my orgasm was like giving up something I always felt was a right
in lesbian sex for me, my right to do her to exhaustion FIRST. But, mesmerized and now, able to bend my
intentions long enough to enjoy this wonderment ..each of us fingering each
other, teasing, like arriving at the top of Niagra Falls together, Each so
close, and never before feeling such a combination of both sexual fullfillment
and what had manifested into a hastily gathered love of one another’s
commitment to this ultimate of lesbian sex experiences. She was expert over my pussy, wildly and
perfectly swift with just the right pressure, and combined with our closeness,
as I loved the feel of her body so close to me
and her breasts swaying while she lay on her back as she touched,
tickled, and clawed at my pussy causing my passions to become more torrid by
the second. While she had invited me to
guide us and I always want to be the first to lead my lover to orgasm, as if I
just said “I give up,” at the way this beautiful virtuoso with her hands was
building my desire, as my breathing increased and I began to feel a tad faint.

"I Love you," we said to each other at
almost the same time, and keeping our arms and hands in motion erupted violently
into each others hands and into each others body on the bed side by side. Each of us knowing how to slow down and
regain the pressure to extract more twitches and thrusts of subsiding orgasm
for both of us as the mellow happiness and disbelief at what had happened and
the way it did. Down down down I came and she did too, as I pondered the
disbelief that I STILL hadn’t eaten her yet, and of how this had evolved, and
how clearly wonderfully satisfied we both were at that moment, while resting up
for more.

And we each began to giggle. And caress.
And lovingly touch. And
breathe. And sigh.

A few moments later I leaned back away from her
and one swooped my “why is this still on me” nighty over my head. I then rolled off of her, fell back upon the pillows
and pulled her on me, inviting her to
make love to me from on top of me. “I
want to feel your weight on me baby,” I whispered, and made myself more
comfortable laying back on the pillow. She topped me and went straight back for
my breast in her mouth again, as she leaned down to take me with a deep
sucking, slurping mouth, as I felt soooo much of my boob be devoured by her,
giving it to me almost exactly as I demonstrated to her that perhaps I might
like it that way. “oh so
good….perfect…never better…gawd so good Andrea” I cried and moaned. Different it had been …so different it would
be.

Her hand was withdrawn for perhaps too long from my pussy, as I was so ready to
explode again, building from her perfection on my boobs once again. I still thought, every single second I
thought as it loudly demands from my inner goddess "When on when do I get
her in my mouth," but this different turn was working so wonderfully for
both of us. I knew I would tell her
later that nobody ever made love to me this way, but for now I was just kissing
her back for all it was worth and enjoying her hands and mouth explore my body,
especially above the waist but as the minutes went on, down to my thighs and
then back against my swollen lips. She was such a good lover in so many ways
and took me out of my comfort zone while making me completely comfortable. Her rhythmic grinding accompanied this for what may have been fully 10 minutes she
made out with me on top, sucking my nipples and caressing my breasts, gently
kissing my nipples and deeply tongue kissing me with every sensuous nerve
trembling at her deft touch and tongue, while the two of us wiggled our legs
together, increasing contact with our , enjoying the slow progression of our
passion unbelievably all-consuming immersion into each other and the wonderment
of being turned out like no woman had ever rolled me before. She could have my next orgasm at the moment
of touch, but the prolonging was a delicious agony.

As she rose towards me to kiss me one time I got
my hands under her and guided her upward farther so that I positioned her to hang her breast over me to dangle her
stiff nipple and half dollar size areole upon my lips….I sucked wonderfully and
heard her acknowledge that we had shared a lover when I heard her say,” she
said you like this.” “Love it,” I said
into her breast muffled, and heard excitement in her voice as it cracked “I do
too…oh my god.”

The voice inside my head was now screaming to
turn her over and eat her for all the time we had left that afternoon, but I couldn't
resist what spilled out, a reference to our common lover. "Did she tell you I'd want to sit on
your face ?"

" .....(laughing) as a matter of fact," and I contemplated and weighed the what would
happen next. I decided to go with the
flow of how we arrived here so naturally.
"May I ?"

She scrunched down in the bed. "C'mon"

I climbed and arrived to mount her. Climbing over her breasts to her shoulders
to plant my pussy against her.

I stroked her back with my fingertips gently, I
wanted all of this but it was getting increasingly time for at least the first
grand finale of these fireworks.

All in just a few seconds her hands are creating sensations all over with her
magic touch. Reaching up at me and over my shoulders, down my side, over my
belly and underneath my boobs. There are moments of eye contact happening that
are piercing into my soul in such a way that while we both know we are
following a friends with benefits strategy …a sexual release fling for us both..that
there are flashes of love happening as if we see it in each other and beg one
another to answer with emotive acknowledgement “did you feel that too ?”

She has turned me in these minutes into more of a bottom than I have ever been
and with a hand cupping underneath her hanging breast, I feel it slip out of my
fingers because she is kissing her way downward from my mound to what will in
moments be her mouth on me and in me with me straddling her from above.

And so, like a child on ice cream day, I am
elated that for once it’s ‘me first” and that’s a feeling of mixed regret,
because it’s not what I PLANNED or wanted, but also, sheer delight in the way
she is treating me and one also of need before my rapture begins, I feel at
this point, as soon as the tip of her tongue connects with any spot down
there. Oh, but she teases my thigh, and
then over my lips with her mouth, then adding her finger into the soaking crevice
and it just feels sooooo good I shuddder.
I lift up my thighs and my knees to reposition above her, and then I
spread my legs widely and as her marvelous head of hair approaches my urgent
venue, she noses around in my bush which even though is trimmed on the
outskirts, has grown out enough to where I am hoping its ok with her, as it the
status of shaved or not shaved had not come up in our email and verbal
discoveries. As she proceeds I believe
it's acceptable, and I try to shut my brain off from thinking about anything
but relaxing and enjoying such a wonderful moment with such a beautiful woman I
feel so compatible with.

I sink my fingers into the soft skin of her neck
and call her forward with an arch towards her to meet her mouth full on. Her tongue
begins churning and unhesitatingly and without shame I start to make noises
that sound like an animal is near death.
An impossible combination of tension and forced relaxation of various
muscles in response, where legs are buckling and my hips are wriggling, my
hands are clutching at her and my stomach muscles …all of my body conspiring
upon the time of my imminent and immense orgasm building, and at some point my
every nerve ending from around my clit explodes, somehow given permission to
exult all manner of relief and potential, but it’s her skill, talent and
affection that causes this orgasm that has layers built not just over the last
20 minutes, but indeed one that seems to have been building for more than a
year since I’ve been with a woman, begins to roll into orgasmic waves of
pleasure that crash upon the shore of my surrender. Such a powerful explosion accompanied by near
fainting sensation, gasping, teeth clinching and all of the electricity
radiating from my clit and vaginal walls directly to my gut, my nipples, my
toes and my powerfully beating heart. I know I am flooding her mouth, neck,
shoulders and pillow below with a drowning amount of fluid in this release, and
forgive myself as I know she must understand. My faculties gone a little more each burst,
yet her mouth and tongue struggle forward without any loss of stamina,
absorbing the drenching we are both aware of as my gushing pour out of me. My built up orgasms are always extremely wet,
with no squirting but one would believe I had urinated on the sheets when one
of these happens, and I always fear the "back off" response but this
is not the case at all in the waves of this powerfully pulsating explosion in
her mouth. Each one of us are making
sounds we’d rather not hear played back, but are sounds that go along with the
feelings, the emotion, and the sheer dismantling of me by everything she has
done to me in this bed with her magnificent mouth and radiant personality.

Oh she is so good and knows my rhythm. I am
conscious of trying not to totally give way on my knees to not crush her, but I
can tell she is ok and can handle it. She slows it and gently and lovingly segues my
body into the meltdown of an afterglow.
I still want her in my mouth, but I am still tingling, glowing,
vibrating and ultra-sensitive at any tickle of her tongue against my
vagina.

"Baby," I somehow muster the ability to speak again, but start to
giggle because it just sounds like I am drunk. She giggles with me a bit and
moans into my thigh, I look down at her and her eyes looking upward at me
create a primal, deep appreciation of her beauty and sends a shockwave that
travels through my heart, strafes my nipples, and makes my pussy quiver near
her wet with my juices lips, mouth, and cheeks.
A beautiful moment of which I will keep a freeze frame of in the minds
file for life.

I roll off of her and down into the bed but
somehow she stays connected between my legs and we roll into a position of her
being down on me beautifully looking up at me.

"Baby," I try again through my still
panting open mouth. "Can you come
...and .... umm.. (I laugh) .sit on MY face or something...I want to eat you
but I don't think I can move." We
smile and the small laugh lets off a little steam, but it's still so wonderful,
and she is still holding an advantage on me where I am at her mercy and my
wishes are just that. And so, she indeed
defies me of that wish. "Not yet
Brenda." "Not yet
????"

She strokes my pussy with the back of her fingers lovingly, her fingertips
gently entering me, toying with me to test if I am calmed enough for her to
take another go at me, and I submit by squirming backwards into the mattress
and upwards towards her hand to beckon her.
Just before I close my eyes I see her lower her lips towards my clit and
lovingly begin to suck softly, creating the start of the next buildup. My clit surrounded by her lips and her
suction applied, my clit feels a combination of tickling and throbbing, and
when she opened her mouth wider and pulled me into her with her tongue and the inhalation
of my sex, she took my breath away and caused me to shudder and nearly
violently dig my fingers into the back of her hair.

She suddenly pulled away and just as quickly began to scoot upwards into the bed
space to my left with a couple of kisses on my skin as she pulled herself
upward. Her mouth arrived at my left
nipple and the sensation of sensuality warmed me and surrounded me as she surrounded
my breast with kisses and open mouth sucking where I was able to compare and
contrast within the minute the feeling that my stiff nipple had with the
feeling my equally stiff clit had engulfed in her increasingly impressive to me
expert mouth. But as she came up to do
that she also grasped me with her right hand and sloshing entered me with two
fingers.

Now what happened in the next ten minutes is hard
to describe, and even as it was occurring, I was thinking, "how do I write
about this," because, weirdly, for me, that is part of my every sexual
experience.
OH her hands. Oh her ungodly,
marvelously talented, amazingly intuitive fingers. At me again and again and
again in this afternoon, and here yet again doing it with no mercy. What she did to me to produce my next and
another next orgasms will live with me forever.
Her talents down there were accompanied by such wonderful writhing
against me, sucking of my breast, kissing my neck and a few deep and passionate
kisses pulled so close while her tongue danced in my mouth as her fingers
simultaneously twirled in so many ways and found nerves that had not ever been
awakened in quite that way. It wasn’t
just her expert hands, but yes, she played my pussy like a musician, and even
though that's cliche, I did later find out that she plays piano, and with each
finger and thumb and her palm all involved, she exchanged multiple tempos and
pressures upon me, varying degrees of entering me, entering me deeply, and
leaving me open to her finger fucking some more in a craving kind of way. But the dancing on and around my clit with
those fingers was un-fucking-believable.

Whomever
was in the next room of the hotel room, or for that matter the hallway, or
perhaps even out in the parking lot heard the gasps, squeals and high pitched
gatherings of my soul vocally expressed against her. I came hard ...I came hard again, and her
intermission between the two was a two or so minute soul kiss session where I
am quite sure my soul jumped out of my body and into hers. Such a combination of emotion and physical
pleasure which included embarrassment at the loss of control, fear that I
couldn't possibly deserve something so wonderful, a tad bit of greed creeping,
and I will confess I even felt a little violated in how on earth someone could
dismantle me in this way. Indeed what a surprise to me that I ..Miss perfect
pussy eater …could be loved this way…could be TURNED this way.

She was penetrating my fucked up feelings and taking my mind and body to places
unknown to me and that all went along
with the insanity of the masterful delivering of my satisfaction. In the moments before the final come I felt
as though a marathon runner must feel at the end of the achievement where I was
digging in to get it finished in any way, and when I popped and the pre
orgasmic pulsations became the third flood on the sheets, her "yes yes
yes" to me, the wild and furious speed at which she was perfectly pounding
my clit with her fingertips, not only caused the cliche of angelic choirs to
sing as I came, but also, as with the choir analogy, I felt as though it were
like ten orgasms released at once, much like, I think, when you eat a grape and
it’s wonderful, but insert a handful of grapes and redouble the flavors. I cried "no more no more" and felt
the muscles release to exhaustion, and in a total adrenaline fueled crumble of
emotions where, as she held me as wonderfully tight as a woman has ever held
me, I began to cry uncontrollably. She
whispered and smiled "oh baby,' as she definitely understood what she had
done to me.

We just laid there for minutes silent with me
stroking her shoulder and holding her close to me.

"Still want me to sit on you like that?" she broke the silence? My strength was regaining, "maybe
later," and began to gather myself to respond to her with an equally eager
desire to please her.

I wish there was a name for the
heightened level of excitement when a woman responds to your tongue or your
fingering …where she combines quick upwards thrusts of her hips and short gasps
of breath as pleasure builds. It’s
rather common and so beautiful …it should have a name I think. I kiss her
and she pants into my mouth. She needs no additional moisture but I still enjoy
licking my fingers before reinserting them. When I lick my fingers I glance at
her and she is engrossed in watching me do this and she makes me feel like it
pleases her to observe this. When I
begin again she jolts her hips back up to meet my fingers and the look on her
face, if taken out of context, could easily be mistaken for excruciating pain
instead of the complete opposite. I am
admiring every scintillating moment of her beauty. The way her long auburn hair lays on the
pillow to the side and above her head, her creamy breast exposed to me with
fully erect nipples, and the softness of her shoulder speckled with just a few
adorable freckles.

Gently diving down and diving down again and again with my middle and
forefinger, tracing her lips and repeatedly inserting and removing. Twirling
around her clit and finding a new tingle spot with each ministration.

I can’t help but replay the events that got us here…from Elizabeth saying,
"I met this girl ..cool chick ...she's your age, same situation as you,
married, kids, in the closet ..all that.
Anyway, I thought the two of yall might hit it off if you met ...so I showed
her your picture, told her all the good things about you, and she is
interested.

I kiss her
and she pants into my mouth. I begin to kiss and nip and lick my way down from
her cheek to her neck, grazing my cheek along her nipple feels so good as it
remains erect against my skin, and then all the way down to between her
legs.

For me, there are two best ways to perform cunninglingus. I prefer being upside down and attacking from
above. But from below, pussy is best
served on a platter ..and the platter is a soft pillow that I slide under her
butt cheeks as she lift up to oblige me.

The fleecy soft pubic hair above her flower delightful flower so very appealing
to me in every way. The upward look
towards her just fill me with wonderment when she looks downward at me with
such tenderness and affection. She knows
from our conversations how much I enjoy this, and we both know that this begins
a wonderful ride. She’s relaxed, but
also, an eagerness is evident …she needs me and her unsteady breathing and the
spotty blushing on her cheeks and chest like the way my own get color
wonderfully against her milky skin and the white sheets we lay upon. That “my
makeup has gone to hell” look with her mussed up hair is one of the loveliest
yet also sexy sullied looks that just inflames me to the core. I love to just
look at a pussy and take it all in. For
whatever reason a woman’s scent here almost always does nothing really for me,
unlike so many erotic authors who write that it’s intoxicating or the like, but
with Andrea, perhaps because of the emotions I was feeling, or the intensity of
her wetness so unmistakable, or perhaps also that it had been so very long
since I had been ready to devour pussy, the essence was to me …ok I will say it
..intoxicating!

For me there is so much running through my veins and my mind that I am about to
burst with joy, all before I have started.
But start I must and with a knowing look upward to meet her eyes I lower
my head into her as she welcomes me by widening her legs and gently adjusting
her hips so that my mouth meets her vagina almost as if we are kissing.

Licking her at first with a delicate touch of the
tip of my tongue on her clit and the flat licking of her labia, I curled around
her button thinking how beautiful her entire pussy was in front of me. My hands
massage down all the way to her calves, up behind her knee with a gentle
stroking, and then kneading the tensed muscles of her inner thigh, rubbing and
relaxing her there, and kissing with love and tenderness while feeling the
softness of her skin and the few silky fibers of hair sprouted there.

While giving massage of inner thighs, then
pushing a finger through her lips, my tongue danced around her lips and then
first my thumb on her clit in circular motions, joined by my tongue licking
slowly and tauntingly. I did some of my head and neck back and forth motion
while connecting my barely pursed lips, a technique that always brings response
of delight, then turned my head mostly 90 degrees sideways to flick what for me
was up and down but to her side to side on her pronounced clitoris. In my mind I felt this was ” the place I was
meant to be.” Her repertoire of pleasure noises and undulating against my mouth
pussy urged me on towards staying alert to her signs of increasing bliss.
Riding my mouth on top of the pillow, the oral fucking included some deep
tonguing, reach ups towards her breast and nipples, sumptuous eye contact,
gentle seasoning of her sensation with the tip of my tongue, and worshipful,
ravenous consumption of her cunt while each of us noted the others gasping for
any possible next lung full of air to fuel the next wave.

I tend to moan into a woman when she’s getting
close and the more intense my moans got inside her the more intensely her
quivering and shaking was. Yes, I am prideful of the pleasure I give this way,
and for this moment, while her peak was imminent, I wanted, of course, to call
on all my senses and experience to reach for the highest peak possible for her,
which would resonate in my own soul.

I surrounded her
clit with my lips and and tongue. Bobbed my head and repeated the process with
a few strokes of a mini – clit blowjob and her thighs started to quake even
more noticeably..perhaps less delicately than before. My purposeful sucking intensifying and both
of our passion deepening. Slurping and
popping noises accompany my endeavors. She is gripping the mattress with such
intensity with her left hand as her right hand stays in my hair and softly
shakes …or grips…or strokes…or before orgasm, gently yanks out of control on
me. “Yes pull on it…suck it and pull on
it like that…oh my gawd.” She rocks her hips hard and the contraction signals
she has arrived to orgasm in a big and wonderful way. Her hips bucking presenting the challenge to
maintain contact in my feasting. A loud
and unabashed scream accompanies a wild thrust of her hips into me, then
retreating into the mattress for a few seconds while I continue to lick to
bring about another convulsion against my open mouth and rapidly clit licking
tongue. I’m wildly excited by the sight
as I look up and she lifts and roughly squeezes her breast and nipple to join
with the sensations. And I think about
all the buildup through all of everything that day and that afternoon, and
think, “yes this was worth it.”

I back off enough to let the violent after orgasm
shudders fade into softer ones and back into the mattress as she gains
composure …we both do... again. A moment for the fog to clear. Neither of us are under any illusion of
stopping here at orgasm number one, but the next must be cultivated and
cultured with teasing….my choice as she is at this point not instructing or
directing me…a point I appreciate although a little communication is never a
bad thing. I am feeling so close to her
and feel it’s mutual as I am playfully now laying between her legs and toying
with her. I push her lips together
covering her clit while just staring lovingly at the beauty of her sex. Squeezing her clit between her lips elicits a
different tone in her moaning and I think touches a different nerve of her
sexual soul …I can see it in her eyes when I look upwards at her. Next is something so fulfilling to me in the
experience. The glistening seepage I observe while longingly gazing at her
pussy is a permanently saved image I will always cherish. She isn’t just wet but what really gets me
off is the actual feverish heat that emanates from her down here.

When I sensed through my teasing that enough time or enough tickle sensation
had subsided enough to go forward I lowered my head in to begin to devour once
more, and receiving no oral objection or body language recoil, I begin to
joyfully, dutifully, lap and suck her as before. It’s like we have the hang of each other now
and its comfortable and familiar, this orgasm builds very rapidly and with only
a couple of encouraging “I sure like that” southern coaxings, she and I ramp up
towards another big one. Orgasms are, of
course, an ultimate goal and the thing for which neither of us can do without
indeed, but each lick, suck and kiss that gets us there is as exquisite as the
goal. Each tangy taste, shift of
position, pleasure experiment completed…
every tense and wonderfully tortuous tease or gratifying lick, moan and
undulation, as every bit as gratifying as the forthcoming explosion. If the orgasm seems mundane in comparison,
its easy for me to replay each thing that got us there to savor the entire
happening. So this one builds, it
explodes, it is loving…I insist its more than a number. But I could never have stopped there …and I
next learn, neither could she. The
magma of her volcanic explosion was rising …and as we later discussed, for her,
as it was for me, it was not just what or how we were doing it, but the passion
with which our lovemaking was proceeding. She later explained to me she was
getting off on how I get off in her pleasure, which she saw in herself as well.
But more about that later.

Now…of all the small talk and sex talk so vivid in my memory from that day,
nothing is more vivid than this.

In the moment after that “eh that was good” orgasm
I presumed I would again slow down and build her back up towards more of our
mutual pleasure, because there was no way I was done yet and was more than
willing to be patient. The only thing I
was sure of is that I was NOT relinquishing my meal of her throbbing
pussy. Apparently she agreed, as I was
surprised at the fierceness of her desire.
She sounded desperate and immediately ready for another orgasm, and I
would soon learn, biggest of all climax. How I love a woman who communicates !
“Ohhhhhhh please (she pleaded) keeeeeep
going.....”
“mmmm kay” I moaned into her and kept my rapid tongue flicking while feeling
her tension build again.
She panted,” if you keep doing …OH GAWD …If you keep doing that….”
“mmmmmmm” into her I moaned again
“if you keep doing that…….oh ….ahh…if you ….uh…keep …cmon ..cmon baby….its
going to get messy ok….ok ? this ….is……it….
I licked harder and over and over lapped her clit and two fingered her.
“gonna get messy….ok ?” She was warning
me but we both knew it was not only ok, it was what I craved.
And then she went with her thighs squeezing against me, both her hands
clutching my head and my hair, and the crescendo of the squeal and hard hard
breathing, this orgasm brought a first gush while she was still totally tensed
in the height of the pulsation, and then as my finger withdrew and her muscles
relaxed I gulped a wave of love. Slowing down for a few seconds to regroup, but
knowing she had one right after the other, I probed to see if she might go
again. Back onto her stiff clit I sucked
in and then briskly flicking her clit again with my agile tongue and lips, sure
enough, here she came again in just seconds with another more subdued but still
formidable blast. “oh again…oh again”
she cried above me a she reached again, and in this one, our hands clasped in
sisterly togetherness.

Our time was limited and with what we had left we made mostly vanilla love and
made each other come with ease until we just felt we had to stop for time….but
felt we could go on for hours…if not for days.
Passion, and indeed, a love between us began that day, and we were
instantly comfortable enough with each other to know the adventures to come
would be explored with trust and respect for each other needs and wants. It
can’t get much better than that.

Allow me some self-reflection before posting and analysis if you will. In lesbianism, ever since I realized those
feeling inside me in my early teens, I realize the analogy that homosexuality
is a bit like making love to yourself. I
suppose that’s unavoidable because we women have all the same pleasure parts ,
but the analogy definitely fails when considering the individual bodies,
experiences, wants and needs, trusts and interactions, nerve sensitivities,
fantasy fullfillments, and total and complete differences that are present each
time women make love. So it IS the same
because we are both women …but it can NEVER be the same because the differences
and variable are infinite.

Now, with Andrea, it became more and more apparent that first time together,
that with her it really was like making love to myself, if that can be said. We
talked about it in the afterglow We had
been set up by a common lover who no doubt saw how much we were the same, and
probably, not being one to usually set two women up, could not resist the urge
when realizing that Andrea and I, as lovers, were undeniably compatible, where
perhaps, the only conflict would be who would be able to claim that they had
pleased the other more.

And so, a week later, Elizabeth, our former
college age lover, contacted me and we talked frankly about the experience and
even about the sex. “I knew …I just knew
you two would be perfect. I’d love to
see what is like when the two of you go at it.”

To which I replied, “ If you want to see it ?
We might be able to arrange that.” Well I was joking but …..

And that, dear readers, will be a story for another time.

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